April 10, 1948 – January 2, 2020
of Melrose, MA entered into rest on January 2, 2020 at the age of 71. Dear daughter of Pearl (Greif) Aaronson of Hawaii and (the late) Lawrence Bernard Aaronson. The sister of Arthur Alan Aaronson of Hawaii. She leaves behind dear cousins Beth and Michael Aaronson of Lynnfield MA and many other relatives.
She grew up in East Meadow, NY and graduated from Wilkes College (BA 1970) and Northeastern University (MA 1978) A highly respected Child Protective Social Worker, Marilyn received national recognition from the Child Welfare League of America. In 1992 she was celebrated with a Pride in Performance Award for her outstanding performance caring for and protecting children. With this award, the Manuel Carballo Governor’s Award for Excellence in Public Service, Marilyn was recognized as the most inspired employee in the entire Department of Social Services. She was a dedicated member of Temple Emmanuel of Wakefield and loved antiquing and writing poetry in her spare time. A graveside funeral service for Marilyn will be held on Sunday January 12, 2020 at 11:30AM in Mt. Ararat Cemetery, 1165 Route 109, Lindenhurst, NY 11757. Memorial observance will be held at the home of Beth and Michael Aaronson, Lynnfield, MA on Monday, January 20, 2020 from 7 until 9PM.
In lieu of flowers, expressions of sympathy may be made in her memory to charities which promote education and provide support in the community about Parkinson’s Disease from which she suffered for over 20 years, including www.parkinsonalliance.org.
For more information or to register in the online guestbook, please visit www.stanetskyhymansonsalem.com.
Please find a heartfelt poem below written by Marilyn at the age of 57:
Me at 57
According to the fashion magazines
I should be using anti-aging cream
Foundation, lipstick and blush
And scheduling plastic surgery
But what about the me you never see
Popping prescription pills 4 to 5 times a day
Without the inner being, there can be no me
All will be gone
Yes I’m sick, everyone gets sick
We all die but-
Some know now, others live and wait
Still others wait to die and never live
I’m just trying to understand
Too make the inevitable palatable
On days when tear ducts fill because the only answer is none
When I’ve cried enough to fill the Charles
Or stayed in doors for fear of falling
I conquer my fears and buy still another pink blush
Being good to myself at discount stores
Is that the answer
Be happy, buy a gift for a friend
Read Plato or Danielle Steele
Avoid the ones who hate
Dying, we all do it It’s not a race
But if I’m wrong, please
Let me be the loser
- Graveside Funeral Service Sunday, January 12, 2020
Sara Beck Svetitsky
January 12, 2020
Marilyn was my cousin on our mothers' side and the only girl cousin at all near my age; when I was young, she was the relative I was closest to. I would spend most of our family visits to East Meadow hanging out with Marilyn in her room. Many hours were spent there talking, and reading her poetry, and talking more. We went our separate ways for some years and reconnected in Boston. There I saw that my dreamy, poetic cousin had become a hero-- the social worker who could take on even the most heart-breaking cases and do something positive . But I think she was still, and always a dreamer, even with the work in child protection, even with the dreadfull illness--and I loved her for it. Rest now, Marilyn.